“It didn’t fit, it wasn’t right.
Wasn’t just the size.
They say you know, When you know.
I don’t know.”

Hiya, It’s been a strange and not always pleasant week. Nothing particularly serious, just a build up of life’s little niggles. I seem to be battling with technical stuff at work and that coupled with a visit of Pink Fog  (more on that later), seem to be making a rather unhealthy mess. Still – and to coin a phrase from a far more educated chap than I – “When you’re going through Hell, keep going.” Not that I was going through Hell, morelike the distant suburbs. You know, the grass is a little warm underfoot, the air doesn’t always reek of sulphur and the discordant wails of Justin Bieber is far off. 😛 So, Pink Fog? It’s been a while since […]

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“Yep, I’d rather be called deadly, for my killer show-tune medley (Thank you!)
‘Cause way down deep inside, I’ve got a dream.”

Hello dear reader, How are things on Planet You? Matters at Jones Towers are a little chilly; not from the emotional view, but the physical. The Jones Mansion is undergoing renovation work – an extension to the Polo Lounge (!!) – so we’re without windows in certain parts of the house. Just the gentle breeze and occasional clap of canvas. Still, with luck, the builders will be back in to fit the necessary parts Saturday morning. I’m willing to forgo a Saturday lie-in for the sake of being able to feel my toes when I’m in the back of the house. 😉 Earlier in the week it was the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones’s birthday and armed with a shopping list, […]

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